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Grilled spiedies, steak and a classic Senegalese
sauce
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Good morning. Back-to-school advertising has
started to show up in my feeds, and it’s
depressing. Summers lasted forever when I was a
child. Now they hurtle past, express trains bound
for shorter days and hard shoes. I don’t need to
be reminded of that. I want to grill and grill and
grill some more, eat outside and devour tomatoes
and corn. I rage against the wearing of a coat.
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So this weekend?
Spiedies, that unbeatable taste of upstate New York,
Binghamton on a stick. My recipe calls for a
homemade marinade and at least 24 hours of
marination, but if you use pork shoulder you can
do very well with store-bought Italian dressing
and a three-hour soak. Thread the knuckles of meat
onto skewers, then grill them over a fairly hot
grill; serve with seeded Italian semolina bread,
hot sauce and a white sauce of mayonnaise, sour
cream, minced garlic and a splash of red wine
vinegar. That’s very good with
coleslaw.
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Now, it’s nothing to do with millet or
pad Thai, but I’m deep into John Irving’s 2022 novel, “
The Last Chairlift,” 900 pages of secrets, sex and families. It’s a
lot. But it’s pure Irving, funny against the
sadness, with plenty of awe — and “aww.”
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Here’s Rachel Kushner in Harper’s with “
Street Life,” a walking meditation worth savoring.
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One man’s opinion, but the second season of “
Joe Pickett” on Netflix is better than the first.
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Finally, why don’t you join me in my seasonal
malaise, listening to Lana Del Rey’s “
Summertime Sadness” on repeat while you cook? And I’ll see you on
Sunday.
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